A/N: And it appears it's that time again. All hail the crack! Uh this came from the prompt from The Homunculi Twins, who asked for Science Bro's making pop-tarts and my boyfriends reaction when I told him I had a story prompt to do with science and pop-tarts.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the word order. *Sadface*

Warnings: Nudity, language, explosions and pop-tarts of mass devastation

Lab Talk.

Experiment 1.2: Pop-Tart Vortex Manipulation Grenades.

Nick Fury considered himself a patient man.

He had to be with the endless amount of bullshit and alien invasions he had to put up with on what now seemed to be a weekly basis. But there were two things that just pushed his buttons.

The first was penguins; and the less said about that the better.

The second, and current pusher of buttons was the dynamic duo of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. Admittedly it was usually Stark causing his brain to ache but that didn't mean that the human embodiment of the Hulk didn't have his moments.

Like now for example.

"Would you like you run that from the top Banner and tell me just how he..." Here he jabbed a thumb at a smirking Loki "Somehow made it back to earth from Asgard?"

The physicist looked distinctly uncomfortable and rung his hands in his lap; beside him a blissful Tony sat looking as if he'd just understood the mysteries of the universe a dopey grin on his face. Although the latter was possible Bruce was fairly certain it was to do with the copious amount of morphine running through his system and not due to any form of enlightenment.

"Uhm... Well you see it all starts with Thor..."

~Flashback~

"Good morrow my friends! How fares thee this auspicious morning?"

The two scientists looked up from their work-stations to see the illustrious God of thunder striding toward them a plate of something in his large hands and a broad grin on his face. The waft of warm strawberries lingered in the air making both of the other men's stomachs grumble as they remembered just how long they had gone without food.

"Hey Point Break, how's it hanging?" Tony asked jovially eying the plate of food with interest.

Thor grinned setting the food down on the table.

"It hangs well men of science. The lady Pepper bade me bring you some breakfast and I have done thusly."

"So you brought us pop-tarts?"

The billionaire raised an eyebrow at the confectionery items on the plate and couldn't quite suppress the grin on his face. Bruce saw the look and groaned; already feeling a headache emerging.

"But of course my friends, they are a food worthy of my fellow warriors!"

Both Bruce and Tony didn't dare argue and took the treats; the billionaire chewing on them thoughtfully while Bruce pretty much devoured them, not even pausing for breath. Satisfied that his compatriots had eaten their fill Thor left the two scientists to their own devices. Tony finished the pop-tart and smiled; a smile that the physicist had learned to dread.

"Bruuuuce?"

"No Tony."

The billionaire pouted "I haven't even told you what I was thinking yet."

Bruce shot him a stare that practically screamed 'I really don't care' and let out a long suffering sigh.

"I really don't care what you were thinking Tony unless you suddenly figured out the answer to this problem."

Tony 'pff'd' in annoyance and waved his hands as he spoke in a dramatic fashion.

"That's boring, what I have in mind will be much more fun."

Exasperated and tired Bruce didn't think about the words leaving his mouth, just responded to the statement on autopilot.

"And what's that pray tell?"

Tony grinned at the physicist and twiddled the screwdriver he'd been using between his fingers, knowing that he managed to ensnare his friend into his quite frankly awesome scheme.

"Why my dear Doctor Banner we are going to make our own pop-tarts."

~End Flashback~

Nick's eyebrow was raised so high he was honestly surprised it was still visible.

"This... This situation happened because you and Stark suddenly got the urge to make pop-tarts?"

Bruce bristled slightly at the accusation, why did this always seem to happen to him? Every time he got dragged into one of Stark's hair-brained schemes he some how ended up trying to dig them out of it, you would have thought he'd learned by now to not get involved but noooooo and if Tony Stark was anything he was persistent. It was just impossible to say no to the man.

"In my defence it was all Tony's idea, I just got dragged along for the ride." The physicist grumbled.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D merely stared at the fidgeting scientist and waited. The silence stretched between them and finally Banner caved.

"Fine! This happened because Tony and I decided to make pop-tarts."

In the background Loki sniggered and both Fury and Bruce glared at him; the demi-god falling into silence under their combined glare.

"So what happened next?"

"Well..."

~Flashback~

Tony didn't mention the pop-tart idea again and Bruce had honestly thought he'd forgotten all about it until one morning when he walked into the lab and straight into the smell of burning metal. The gag was instantaneous and the physicist just about managed to fight down losing his breakfast.

"Tony what the hell!"

"Oh hey Brucey come on in to Chez Stark."The billionaire replied, appearing from around a screen covered in flour and a number of other questionable substances.

Bruce eyed him with suspicion and honestly considered turning around and heading out of the lab but then he remembered who he was dealing with and groaned. Reluctantly he stepped around the screen because at the very

least he could minimize the damage Tony did and was not at all because he was curious about what the crazy engineer was up to.

Not. At. All.

Behind the screen was a veritable disaster area, a mixture of Iron Chef meets Scrapheap challenge and sat right in the centre of the chaos was the billionaire on his surprisingly clean swivel chair; an object that looked suspiciously like a toaster perched on his lap.

"So what do you think?" Tony asked holding the toaster like object aloft.

"Uh..." The physicist replied eloquently.

Undeterred Tony continued "Magnificent isn't she? I figured that for our first foray into culinary mastery we should at least have a device that matches the awesomeness of our undertaking, right?"

"Uh..."

"We really need to work on your vocabulary Banner."

Bruce narrowed his eyes at that and as usual the billionaire completely ignored it, instead tinkering with his homemade toaster. As the physicist looked closer he noticed a familiar blue glow; surely the other man hadn't done what he thought he'd done?

"Tony is that an Arc reactor?"

Tony grinned "Sure is and I'd day this bad little girl is ready to rock and roll."

With an exaggerated flourish he placed his latest baby on the table and flicked the switch on, jumping around like a three year old on a sugar high. When it was apparent that it wasn't going to explode or doing anything other than sit there and be a toaster the billionaire moved onto phase two.

From the depths of gods knows where (Bruce really didn't want to know, he valued his remaining sanity) Tony produced a plate of raw pop-tarts and began vigorously shoving them in the toaster, which he had now christened 'Sheila'. The physicist looked on anxiously and was genuinely shocked when nothing exploded, even more so when the toaster popped normally admittedly the pop-tarts looked a little odd but so far nothing had gone wrong.

Bruce would later regret such naive thoughts.

"See nothing to it, told you I was a culinary genius."

Tony grabbed the hot treat from within Sheila and examined it closely, Bruce followed suit noticing quickly that it was no ordinary pop-tart. It was a silvery colour rather than golden brown and it was getting more silvery by the second.

Even Tony knew that couldn't be a good thing.

"Uh... What exactly did you put in that thing?"

The billionaire shrugged but there was an unsure look on his face.

"Flour, eggs, blueberries, Iridium y'know the usual."

"Iridium? Did you Judy say Iridium?" Bruce looked horrified.

Tony took a minute to contemplate what he'd done and then asked probably one of the dumbest questions ever.

"I should probably get rid of this shouldn't i?"

"No shit!" The physicist retorted, grabbing hold of the now disturbingly bright pop-tart and throwing it onto the furthest corner of the workshop.

It wasn't a moment too soon.

The second the thing stopped moving it erupted into a familiar blue light that engulfed the whole workshop before imploding on itself and sending out a sonic boom. From under the debris Tony emerged and found himself face to chest with an intruder.

Did he mention it was a very very naked chest?

"Hello Stark."

Well fuck.

Tony knew he should have been concerned about the hand clasped around his throat and his immanent death by demi-god but really the only thought going through the billionaire's head was 'I just made Loki appear like a fucking terminator. Holy shit I'm awesome.'

"Put him down Loki."

Bruce had apparently gathered his wits by this point and was glaring at a point just beyond the naked man's shoulder looking distinctly uncomfortable.

"Really Banner of all people you're the one uncomfortable with a little male nudity?" Loki teased.

"Yeah, what's up with that Brucey, you're constantly in a state of au natural." Tony couldn't resist putting in his two cents even with a semi-crushed wind pipe.

The physicist continued to glare "Shut up both of you! And last warning Loki, put him down before things get nasty."

The demi-god sighed dramatically "As you wish Banner."

And he threw Tony out of the shattered window.

Bruce didn't even hesitate and started running after him already feeling the change taking over.

The things he did for friendship.

~End Flashback~

Fury looked apoplectic and had that funny little vein in his forehead popping like crazy.

"So Loki tossed Stark out the window, Hulk saved him hopefully knocking some sense into him in the process and then came back and made a demi-god pancake out of him..." He jabbed a thumb at a scowling Loki "All because you brought him here using pop-tarts?"

"Pop-tart vortex manipulation grenades!" Tony exclaimed with a slur, his head lolling drunkenly.

Fury shot him a glare which the billionaire either ignored or didn't notice and Bruce sighed.

"Uh that about covers it, so what do you want to do with Loki?"

Nick smiled evilly and the physicist felt the bottom drop out of his stomach, that expression did not mean good things.

"I'm not going to do anything with him, you two on the other hand are going to make sure he doesn't get up to any shenanigans. You brought him here so ergo he's your responsibility. "

"Woo! New roomie!"

"Shut up Stark!" Bruce and Fury yelled in unison.

Bruce was horrified, how in the hell had this happened? Now he was not only going to have to babysit a crazy-ass billionaire but a crazy-ass demi-god as well?

Fuck my life.

~Today's Experiment... Epic Failure.~

A/N: So that went on a bit longer than I intended and was nowhere near as silly as I'd hoped. Bah! But at least we have a Loki to spice things up XD

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